murge ne jhuth bola
murge ki chu chu ho gayi
bakare ne jhuth bola
bakare ki pu pu ho gayi
bakari ne jhut bola
ha bakari ki to to ho gayi

murge ne jhuth bola
murge ki chu chu ho gayi
bakari ne jhut bola
ha bakari ki to ho gayi

dili ka pipkhuva chidiya se
ek din bola
aao pakaye miljul ke khaye
khichadi
chaval dana mera
muh ka dana tera
lene gaya vo pani
chidiya ki dur ki nani
chupake se kha ke dana
chaki me kiya thikana
kauwe na chaki pisi
aayi awaz si si
chidiya ne chori ki thi
chidiya ki su su ho gayi

murge ne jhuth bola
murge ki chu chu ho gayi
bakari ne jhut bola
ha bakari ki to to ho gayi

The rooster lied, a truth unheard,
His essence shattered, a whispered word.
The goat then lied, a tainted breath,
His being fractured, a dance with death.
The she-goat lied, a fragile plea,
Her spirit broken, for all to see.

The rooster lied, a truth unheard,
His essence shattered, a whispered word.
The she-goat lied, her whispered sigh,
Her spirit fading, beneath the sky.

A sparrow from Delhi, one fateful day,
To a bird he spoke, in a playful way:
"Let's cook a feast, let's share our bread,
Your grains and mine, a promise said."
He went for water, a trick he spun,
To where her grandmother had begun.
He ate the grains, a secret kept,
And in the grinder, gently slept.
The crow then ground, with watchful eyes,
A weeping sound, beneath the skies.
The sparrow stole, the truth concealed,
Her essence lost, her fate revealed.

The rooster lied, a truth unheard,
His essence shattered, a whispered word.
The she-goat lied, her whispered sigh,
Her spirit fading, beneath the sky.